Corruption Stream Story 6: Cursed Treasure of the Silver Mountain
The next story is, as you might have guessed, paid for by Zsisron, starring art by Forge.
Cursed Treasure of the 'Silver' Mountain for Zsisron by Draconicon
Parinath smiled at his hoard. In little more than two days, it had swollen by nearly three times its initial size, and it was a glory to look upon, even if it was now more silver than gold.
The dragon dragged himself up the side of the great gleaming pile, digging his claws into the small hills of coins and gems. It slipped and slid beneath him, and at times almost sent him foundering like a horse running up a gravelly hill. He was used to that, however, and nothing truly surprised him anymore.
He stopped at the top of the hoard, looking down at it. Yesterday, it had been about his size, or little more than the height of a draft horse in one of the stables in the far-off towns. Now, it was much taller, and much bigger. Parinath could barely believe that he'd managed to collect it all, and that nobody had been guarding it in the Silver Mountain. An open mine, with silver left for the taking? It might not have been gold, but no dragon would have been able to resist such a tempting prize as that.
Yet...
The dragon looked over it. It was so much more, now, and with the new claims, it felt wrong to leave it alone. Besides, someone could take it from him if he left it in the pile. Just like he had taken it from the mine, someone could sneak into the mountain and take this from him. He needed to protect it. But how?
He laid himself upon the pile, his claws skittering across the coins and strands of silver. It was beautiful, but there was no way that he could hide it. To bury it would take it from him as readily as a thief, and to place it anywhere out of the way robbed him of the purpose of a hoard, to sleep upon and to enjoy.
What was he to do?
It wasn't until his claws found a jeweled band that he had the answer.
The idea had been brilliant, even if time consuming. How could he always keep an eye on his newest treasures? By carrying it with him, of course. It was more difficult than he'd thought, but he managed to melt down enough of the silver to relieve his worries. His hoard was a great deal lighter, of course, but the new pieces of jewelry and other accessories were well worth the making.
He smiled as he walked along the line of his new treasures. Several thick bands that he could wear along his fore and hind legs, a series of rings he could wear along his horns and toes, and even a thinner but wider one that he could wear about his neck. Not a collar, of course; he was not a dragon that some of the two-leggers had tamed. No, this would be a mark of his wealth, and a sign that no dragon could take it without beating him.
There were others, too, smaller and larger pieces that he could wear when the need struck him. But one in particular caught his interest.
Parinath wasn't sure why he had made it. The ring was too large for one of his toes, and too big again for the horns on his head. It was too small for his tail, but just right for the last of the 'limbs' that stuck out of him capable of wearing rings.
The dragon almost blushed as he looked under his belly. Merely the thought of where the ring would go had summoned his shaft from its hiding place, as if it wanted it. The idea was a new one, and he wasn't sure where it had come from. As strange as it was, it was still workable, and a place to hide his treasure.
He slid the new pieces into place, the four bands around his legs and the broader one around his neck. It was with pride that he 'crowned' himself with the various smaller rings, sliding them down his horns. On a two-legger, they would have been quite heavy, but they were merely an exercise for him.
His shaft jumped slightly as he slid the last ring on it, and Parinath was rather embarrassed at how much it continued to throb as he walked back to the hoard.
I hope it doesn't leak all night, he thought as he ascended it and fell asleep.
Parinath woke up grunting and panting, and it took him a second to realize that his tail was in a place that it really wasn't supposed to be. His cheeks glowing red, the dragon withdrew his tail from the hole beneath it, shaking his head as he walked off of the hoard.
"That...that was new."
It felt good, though.
His shaft, already leaking, thumped up against his belly at the thought. Parinath shook his head again, trying to ignore it as he walked from his sleeping cavern to his washing one. He didn't bother worrying about the silver - the same magic that had shaped it had rendered it waterproof - and dived right in.
That had its own problems, however. As he swam through the large lake, the water tugged at his shaft, rubbing it as long as he swam. The ring over his shaft dug into the flesh as the head of his member expanded, leaving it stuck. He groaned, bubbling under the water as he shot for the surface. Swimming would be impossible, and he was clean enough anyway.
As he jumped back onto solid rock, though, he underestimated his momentum. He went flying forward, sliding along some of the rocks. He brought his hind end down to try and slow -
Oh!
He stopped, alright, but not the way he wanted. As he'd sat down, a stalagmite had slid right up his loosened hole. He'd never put something up there - besides his tail, apparently - before, but...
Parinath pulled his hips upwards, but the feeling of the stalagmite sliding out of him was almost as good as it sliding in. He dropped back down - Just a slip, he thought - and slammed it right back in. Again, he groaned, and his cock throbbed needily.
He almost gave in then, but he pulled himself off, shaking his head as he panted. He could feel his hole flexing, almost twitching under his tail, and he reached back with a forepaw to grab his tail before it could fulfill that need.
"Dragons...don't...do...that."
He repeated that several times before heading back to the hoard. Maybe a little more sleep would do it. Maybe a little more time there, away from the water, away from the temptations, and with his new treasure, would help him feel better.
Yes...with his new treasure...
The next time he woke up, it was worse. Even with his tail sliding into him as hard and fast as he could move it, it wasn't enough. He felt a strange craving, to both have something inside him, and have something left in him.
Taking his tail out to try and think, he was left with little recourse. He needed to leave, needed to find someone that would tell him what was going on. With all their research on things like this, that meant two-leggers. He hated that, but he had little choice.
A few minutes later, he was in the air. Flying was almost as bad as swimming, as the winds caressed his perpetual hardness. He felt himself dripping, leaking almost all the time, and it took almost all of his attention to keep his tail from sliding into him and ruining his flight completely.
What little remained eventually caught sight of a sailing vessel. He didn't recognize the flag, but he assumed that they would be able to point him to a two-legger settlement that could help him. And if needed...well, one ring from his horns might pay for their time. But only one!
He swooped down, biting at his lip as the wind suddenly stroked him from a different angle. As he heard the shouts of the two-leggers, he flared his wings to slow his descent. Gliding around the twin masts, he flapped them once to slow himself further, and dropped to the main deck.
All around him were furred and green skinned creatures. They stared at him, their chests bare and their bodies shining, almost like the light off of his treasure. He approved.
As he took his first breath, a scent hit him hard. He froze, his eyes glazing over as he took a second breath, bringing that scent in again. It smelled of musk, sweat, of males that were working hard all day and had little to do but play harder when they were not working. The dragon groaned, his hole twitching again, and he shook his head.
No matter how hard he shook it, however, the scent refused to go away. With each breath, it got stronger, and as the two-leggers approached, he saw their breaches tent, their clothing getting lifted up by shafts just as hard as his was.
One of them reached up, grabbing his head. Parinath weakly pulled against him before he was dragged down, his nose pressed against a green-skin's crotch. The scent was strongest there, and he heard the man above chuckling.
A thick-fingered hand pulled the breaches down, and something that smelled strongest of the scent was pushed past his lips. Before he could bite - or do anything else - another shaft slid under his tail. The feeling of it pushing his hole open, filling it up just like the stalagmite, made his eyes roll back in his head. His legs went weak, and he rolled over on his side. The males around him shouted and jumped back, just in time to avoid being squashed beneath him.
He opened his mouth, trying to ask his questions, but the men were upon him before he could stop them. More and more of the males gathered around him, their shafts in hand, and rubbing against him. Some touched the rings on his horns, pulling them off and sliding them down onto their own shafts, while others simply grinned at him, lining up to take their turns at his mouth and under his tail.
Through it all, his cock throbbed under the cock ring he wore. The whole crew seemed to be into the display.
Except one.
The greenskin captain smiled at his crew, and more, at the dragon they had.
"He probably thought all that was silver. Idiot."
Though Silver Mountain was named after the precious metal, it was not filled with it. No, the material that the mountain provided was something much more insidious, a sinful metal that mimicked silver in appearance and hardness, but had an effect all its own.
It was called Lustren, and it raised a fire within any that wore it, driving them mad with need. Those that looked on it were similarly affected, but less broken, driven to use the wearer.
"I suppose we have a new course...when they're all done."
After all, he knew of a lizard magician who would pay good money for a horny dragon subject. Heh, not to mention the lizard would be a welcome sight for his crew as well, considering how well they were treated last time. It would nice to remember how the reptile had managed to get three of them to fit under his tail at once, but he supposed that wasn't all that important.
He felt a stirring in his crotch, and looked away from the mess on deck. He was the captain, and he - unfortunately - couldn't indulge. Perhaps later, when they were underway, but not until then.
But when he had his turn...heh, well, he looked forward to it.
The End